8/23 – The Brew Keeper

Many mojo thanks to Betty and Bernie for your support and for bringing your friends, neighbors, countryman. But most of all, thanks for mojo-izing Chase (who I will be calling Jake until further notice).

One thing they have at the Brew Keeper that I never noticed before is a baby monitor type devise that let’s them hear when the front door is open. It plays an annoying electronic version of “be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home”. It was on the ledge right next to us, which was fine until it started playing. I thought that Mudcat had some new thing set up with the equipment. He didn’t. And I quickly found a new home for the monitor. No, I didn’t throw it away…geesh.

Our new friend, Joe requested a couple of songs; “Bobby McGee” and “Amy”. Then he went outside. So, we waited for him to get thirsty again and to resurface, which he did. Then I sang “Bobby McGee”. He went into the brew room at the beginning of the song and came back out right as we were finishing. We followed with “Amy” and he decided that he should take his beer and leave in the middle of that song. Perhaps he was afraid his beer was aging too quickly…

Mudcat and Jake did their very own private Idaho (I mean private Oshkosh) version of “I shot the sheriff”. Most entertaining indeed.

Bernie requested Betty’s favorite song, so Jake sang that. It’s a wholesome family song.

Aside from that, a good time was had by all.

8/16 – Larchmania

WHAT FUN!!!

This was a private block party - their 2nd annual. This year it was actually more like a street party than a block party. Unless you went to one block and partied, and then went to the next block. It could be a progressive block party. Is that what it would be if Progressive insurance merged with H&R Block and had a celebration? Maybe not.

All the neighbors were being neighborly and the little kids were riding their bikes and/or having water balloon fights, couples were walking hand in hand down the sidewalk. It was all oh so too very picturesque, so I called it our Mayberry gig.

But that name changed when the 2 girls who were feeling no pain from their barley sodas started dancing in the street. They were nice drunks and they were having fun. Isn’t that what it’s all about? Oh no, wait that’s the hokey pokey.

Chase made his gig debut! Welcome. He did a great job and I believe he had fun as well. What a concept…

He and I were dessert judges during our break. We both took that job quite seriously. As Chase put it, “butter and cake…my 2 favorite foods”. He’s wise beyond his years. And yes, we were called Paula and Simon.

I got my very first autograph request, even though it was from a pre-schooler. He asked me for my “autograft” and lifted up his shirt for me to sign his back. I was pretty sure that his mom would not appreciate my writing on her son, so after some discussion, he and I decided that his bike helmet would be a much better place for me to sign. So, I did.

We were invited back for next year, so I that’s a way good thing. We’re looking forward to it!

8/1 – Solon Freeway Lounge

William and his crew were there at the beginning and for a while we thought they might be it for the duration, but eventually more people started to filter in and we ended up with a nice group.

It was just border line too hot, but there was a big old fan right above the bar that William was nice enough to turn toward us.

I got another gig wound to add to my list. This time it’s my big toe, but don’t worry me…I’ll be alright. Let me just say that a 75-ish lb Behringer will win over a big toe every time.

Other than that, I got nothin’.